One foot here, one foot there (a.k.a. Moving)

Transition involves all sorts of weird emotions. On the one hand, it’s very exciting and I find myself jumping up and down, clapping my hands, and making random squeaky noises. We’re embarking on a new adventure, I get an art room, and it’s fun to move into a new place.

Then just moments after feeling great jubilee, I’m hit with nostalgia – all the memories we’ve had at our current place, the little quirks about our apartment and our neighbors that I’ve come to enjoy. And then there’s the going-through-the-stuff process, where I find all sorts of reminders of where I’ve been and have a variety of reactions to them. I found a card from my grandparents from my college graduation (with an invitation to go see The Lion King on broadway with them) and started crying because I miss my grandma. It brought back a whole flood of memories and then I couldn’t recycle any of the cards she wrote me.

Each day this week is an adventure, a weird roller coaster where I really don’t know what’s coming next. But this morning, I’m thankful to wake up next to my best friend and face the day together.

1 Comment

  1. I completely understand with moving. It was really hard on me emotionally leaving my parents and everything that I knew was at the house I grew up in. I was leaving after 24 years into another house/place in life. Soon your new place will feel like home too. 🙂

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